KNOX
I am not proud of the thought in my mind, all the things I am going to do to this naughty girl who has chosen, time and time again, to get on my last itsy bitsy nerve.
Her eyes are still wide open as she just glares at me. Her mascara and lipstick are smudged all over her face. She either used her hands to wipe them off, or the fucker kissed them away.
I can barely bring myself to think of the latter.
Why the hell is she still standing there? Did she not hear what I just said?
“Ivy…”
"No." she blurts out without a care in the world.
The audacity of this girl. This infuriating, maddening, gorgeous girl. She just screamed my name while another man's fingers were inside her—made me listen to every moan, every gasp, every pathetic whimper—and now she's refusing to get into my c
